My Wife Is A Sword Immortal-Chapter 68 - 57: I Don’t Want to Be Your Sister

Chapter 68: Chapter 57: I Don’t Want to Be Your Sister

The room was dark, with the dawn moon serving as a curtain through the paper window, and a desk was bathed in moonlight beside a Three-foot Green Blade.

Two dark figures loomed in the room, their features unseen, locked in a standoff.

“What on earth are you trying to do?” the man asked.

“Zhao Rong, close your eyes,” the woman said.

“I won’t close them, silly girl. I’ve always seen you as a little sister,” he said.

“Ah, I don’t want to be your sister.”

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The man’s tone was sincere. “I know a scholar as handsome and talented as myself can be very attractive to you silly little fox demons. But you are still young and don’t understand anything. This is just pure admiration for an outstanding man. Mm, you’ll appreciate someday that I’m doing this for your own good.”

After he finished speaking, he sighed, “Ah, am I just more handsome, more intelligent, more stable, more humorous, more unruly, more charming, more enduring, more capable, and more honest than an average man? Why must I deal with so many troubles?”

The little fox demon said curiously, “What are you talking about? I don’t want to be your sister. I’m over two hundred years old; I could be your ancestor, uh, I could be your great-grandmother.”

The man fell silent, then tentatively asked, “So, you’re not wearing very revealing clothes right now?”

“Revealing? What do you mean, I’m the same as usual, aren’t I?”

“Then what are you doing with your hair down in the middle of the night?”

Though the room was pitch-black, their silhouettes were faintly visible. Neither could see the other’s face.

“I just didn’t feel like tying it up after my bath.”

He sighed in relief, “Then, I’ll light the lamp.”

No sooner had he spoken than he turned to retrieve the tinderbox.

“Don’t light it, don’t light it!” the little fox demon exclaimed, spinning anxiously. In the darkness, it was blurry, but it looked like she was pressing her hands together at her chest, leaning in closer.

He raised his hand, “Stop, stop, stop. Don’t come any closer. It’s so dark that if this young master touches something accidentally, you’ll be tarnishing my innocence.”

The little fox demon nodded her head like a pecking chicken, her voice excited. “Oh, then don’t light the lamp. Su Xiaoxiao is going to give you a surprise.”

The man was resigned. “You mean a fright. That surprise just now almost killed me. It’s pitch black, and you crouched by the door for what? If I knew, I wouldn’t have given you the key.”

The little fox demon stuck out her tongue, a pity Zhao Rong couldn’t see it.

The little fox demon sounded playfully contrite. “Alright, alright, don’t be angry. It was my mistake.”

“It’s fine. I’m going to light the lamp now.”

“No, no, no. Don’t light it.”

“Su Xiaoxiao, you didn’t make a mess of my room, did you?”

“No, no. Zhao Rong, quick, close your eyes!”

Zhao Rong paused for thought. It wasn’t his birthday today. He sighed, stood still, and gently closed his eyes.

Instantly, the surroundings plunged into an even deeper darkness.

“Alright, I’ve closed them.”

“You’re not peeking?” With her hands tied up, the little fox demon moved her head closer, cocking it to closely inspect the man’s face before her. Their cheeks were mere two inches apart, and with a slight move forward, their noses almost touched.

Zhao Rong, with his eyes shut, could only feel a tender breeze on his face from the darkness.

He unconsciously inhaled deeply. It was a scent that was neither quite like orchids nor musk, initially rich with the smell of milk, and on closer inspection, carried a serene floral fragrance. He couldn’t tell if it was the smell of rouge on the little fox demon’s lips, the fragrance from her orris bath, agarwood-scented clothing, or her natural body scent. Perhaps it was a mix of all three. Zhao Rong’s heart fluttered, but he quickly said,

“No, I’m not peeking. Hey, why are you so close to me?”

The little fox demon made an ‘oh’ sound and drew back.

The rich fragrance receded. Only the lingering scent around his nose remained for a moment before disappearing without a trace, leaving nothing but a dry, lackluster air. Zhao Rong felt a twinge of disappointment but immediately reprimanded himself internally, silently reciting the courtesy names of some ladies.

About three breaths later.

“Okay, you can open your eyes now.”

“What’s all this mystery about?” grumbled Zhao Rong.

As he opened his eyes, the room remained unchanged in its darkness, but there seemed to be a small, deeper shadow in front of his face.

The next second.

From the silent shadow before him, a cluster of stars suddenly burst forth!

It was like a silent, awe-inspiring firework, brilliant and dazzling.

Zhao Rong gazed at the myriad of stars blossoming in front of his eyes, spellbound.

The room was as dark as ink, the stars scattering in all directions.

A pale yellow Star River flowed in front of them.

The dim glow of fireflies illuminated the woman’s blooming smile.

Zhao Rong watched quietly.

Such a scene seemed not of this world.

After Su Xiaoxiao released her clasped hands, she propped up her Jade Hand on her back, her alluring fox eyes curving like crescent moons as she gazed at Zhao Rong with a captivating and expectant look.

“Giggle, do they look nice?”

Zhao Rong slightly pursed his lips, carefully observing her eyes that had captured the “Stars,” and nodded.

Su Xiaoxiao exclaimed with joy, “Zhao Rong, there’s a flower forest behind the pond to the left of the courtyard. At night, it teems with little glowing spots. I’m very familiar with those little spots; I used to catch them every day on Qiantang Mountain.”

The little Fox Demon looked up, eyes fixed on Zhao Rong who was a whole head taller than her, proudly saying, “How about that? Isn’t Xiaoxiao amazing?”

After speaking, she felt proud for being able to cover so many fireflies with her small hands and lifted her little head.

Zhao Rong, seeing her look of expectation, smiled gently and reached out his hand, crossing the Star River that flowed between them, to pinch her cheek.

His three fingertips seemed to touch a piece of white jade, and with a little force, it felt soft as cotton, warm and tender, making him reluctant to let go.

The little Fox Demon’s eyes widened as she desperately shook her head, trying to escape his teasing, but she couldn’t get away from the experienced hands of Zhao Rong.

She tossed her head left and right, and the hand that was appreciating her little cheek followed her rhythm, but she couldn’t break free.

Su Xiaoxiao frowned slightly, complaining with a whimper, “Don’t pinch, don’t pinch. If you pinch me ugly, no one will want me later…”

Zhao Rong, who had been watching her with amusement, thought about it and agreed, nodding gently and then letting go of her cheek. He turned around, picked up a round stool with one hand, and moved towards the window.

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The lost stars inside the room made way for him one after another.

After freeing herself from the devil’s claw, Su Xiaoxiao rubbed her cheek and made a face at Zhao Rong in the dark, seeing that he indeed didn’t notice, she felt as if she had gained a huge advantage. She cheerfully picked up a basket, light-footed as a merry little deer, and followed Zhao Rong to the window where they could bask in the moonlight.

The two didn’t light any lamps but sat down by the window instead.

“Are you hungry, or do you not even know what you’re doing out there? Mm, here take this, I’ve washed them.” Su Xiaoxiao handed Zhao Rong a basket filled with fruit.

Zhao Rong took it, placed it on his lap, tasted a piece, and said, “Not bad… how did you pick so many tasty fruits?”

After saying that, he took a few more bites.

“Didn’t you say Lin Wenruo is a big landlord, and that we should fleece him before we leave…” Su Xiaoxiao tilted her head as she spoke.

Zhao Rong paused briefly and replied, “Oh, that’s fine then, you can pick more.”

The little Fox Demon nodded seriously.

Su Xiaoxiao propped her head with both hands, her bright eyes intently studying Zhao Rong as he ate.

“Villain, I’ll make you some osmanthus cakes tomorrow.”

“Hm? You can cook too? I thought you only knew how to eat?”

Seeing the little Fox Demon pout her pretty face under the moonlight, Zhao Rong coughed lightly and said, “Alright then, it turns out Su Huxian is a craftswoman too. My apologies.”

“Don’t look down on me; I am not dumb. This morning while doing the laundry, I met a chef who is amazing at making pastries. She said Lin Wen’s Spiritual Light shone from childhood because he ate the osmanthus cakes she made, which got him selected for the Academy!”

“I begged her for a long time before she agreed to teach me how to make pastries. I’m very clever, you know; I learned it quickly. I went to the flower forest in the evening just to pick osmanthus…”

The little Fox Demon chattered on and on, while Zhao Rong listened quietly, nodding and chiming in occasionally, accommodating her. He had plenty of experience dealing with little girls like her.

“Zhao Rong, the osmanthus flowers at Zhongnan Mountain bloom so early.”

Zhao Rong nodded, “Yes, they do, indeed early.”

“Zhao Rong, do you think eating osmanthus cakes really makes you smarter?”

Zhao Rong raised an eyebrow, nodded but did not speak, took a bite of the fruit—whether eating osmanthus cakes makes one smarter, I do not know, but you, you silly Fox Demon, definitely lack brains…

The little Fox Demon said earnestly, “Well then, that’s good. I will make it for you tomorrow, to make you a bit brighter in the head.”

Zhao Rong: “…”

“Zhao Rong, when you just mentioned that you consider me a sister, did you mean it?”

At her words, Zhao Rong stopped what he was doing and looked up to meet her gaze, nodding.

Su Xiaoxiao thought for a moment, pursed her lips, and said, “But I don’t want to be your sister.”

Zhao Rong didn’t look at her, continued to nibble on the fruit, and after a moment of silence, he finally muttered,

“Then what do you want to be?”